How To Deal Page #5
to go through this.
I hate Dad...
so much for doing this to us.
I hate him, I hate him.
And then I don't hate him,
and I feel bad for hating him...
Sweetie, I don't want
you to hate your father.
He's a decent man.
I don't want you
to hate me either,
but I am going to have to start
laying down some rules around here.
Here we go.
Halley, you're grounded
until next year.
No.
You promised me that I could go
to the New Year's Eve party
with Macon... Mom, please!
No. No buts,
no New Year's Eve, no Macon.
God!
'Dear Mr. And Mrs. Sherwood...
Guess what?
You're gonna be grandparents'...
Exclamation point.
Why don't you try telling Michael's
parents what you really feel?
Macon Land.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
Hey, Macon, the man.
Hi.
The party's just arrived.
- The party has... I'm here.
Yeah.
- Okay. Hold still.
Sorry.
Now, you are pretty.
Come on, you can
smile better than that.
What? She doesn't
know how to smile?
Maybe she doesn't want to.
Well, excuse me for breathing.
Yeah, you're breathing too close.
Sorry about this.
- It's okay.
Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.
Here's to the new year, right?
Yeah, right.
To the... to the new year.
Okay, knock-knock. Police raid.
Hey, Macon, my man... what's up?
What's up with you?
I lost my damn earring.
Hey, Macon.
Hi, Halley.
Hi.
Thanks.
Nice name.
Who wants to see my ferret?
Dude, I have one.
Come on, dude.
I put a little hat on him
and everything. It's awesome.
So, when's
Scarlett due, anyway?
You know?
Yeah, my mom's
a bookkeeper in her doctor's office,
but... don't worry.
I haven't told anyone.
Third week of May.
God, that is so freaky.
You know, it's weird, but...
I didn't even know
they had hooked up.
Really?
They went out all summer.
Did they?
Yeah, and he was
completely in love with her.
She's ruining her life, you know.
I think I'd kill myself
before I had a baby.
I know enough to know
I wouldn't be able to handle it.
You're probably right,
because you're not Scarlett.
Right.
Thank God for that.
What's wrong?
I'm sorry.
Halley, where are you going?
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
What was that all about?
I thought you wanted
us to be together.
I do... but, 'together'?
It's so official
and so big for us.
Maybe you should just say
what you feel for once.
I could do that.
I can.
I can.
I felt like I had to get
out of there because I might...
really...
care about you, and...
and it scared me so much
because that meant that...
you could hurt me.
Or maybe I just
didn't feel ready.
To like someone... that much.
And I like you.
Don't make it
so complicated, Halley.
Some people fall in love.
I had to crash into it.
Hey, Baby.
Hi.
I'm sorry.
You gave us quite a scare.
God.
And I ruined your party, too.
I'm not concerned with the party.
Your date with Steve. I know
that was so important to you.
Halley, I know you were
with Macon Forrester.
Mom, it was not his fault, though.
We were trying to leave
this really bad party.
He was letting me drive...
you know I'm like the worst driver,
and I could not even see...
Halley, save your strength. You're gonna
need it to come up with better excuses.
Macon wasn't there
when I woke up.
Macon wasn't there when I left.
Macon wasn't there
the whole next week at school.
What do you expect
when you break your own rules?
Any word from him?
No.
I guess that's
what guys are good at, right?
Disappearing?
Hey. I'm back.
You really don't get it, do you?
I'm really not in the mood
to wait for you to grow up.
My... are you okay?
Hi, Halley.
I think I just dropped my keys.
No, they're in the door. Come on.
Stop spinning! Stop spinning.
I'm not spinning!
Quiet!
Maybe you should be quiet.
That's what you should do.
Upstairs.
Halley,
you're such a good sister.
I am not doing those.
Be careful.
Christ, Halley.
It's all right.
This is my bachelorette party.
I am a bachelorette.
Thank you, little sister.
You are the greatest.
Okay, Ashley,
please just take this.
Jesus. What...
You just...
Please. Come on.
Mom is upstairs sleeping.
Mom's not home.
Really? And how
would you know that?
to have sex with Steve.
She told you that?
She didn't want you to know.
God, why do people think
that I can't handle the truth?
Go on, you hatchet-faced scarecrow!
You baboon!
You bag of bones!
- You old weasel face!
Sourpuss!
- Sorry old flabby nincompoop!
Top of the morning to you.
How is she?
Sweetie.
A hangover kit.
Not to appear superior,
but I did limit myself
to one glass of champagne,
thank you very much.
If it wasn't for Halley,
I would've died, probably.
No, you just would've
woken up on the porch.
Bet the neighbors
would've loved that.
Right, especially with the men's
underwear around her neck.
Underwear?
It was nothing. It was stupid.
Underwear is not nothing.
No, they were
pretty much nothing.
We promised
each other no strippers.
I know, Lewis, I know, but
I was at the mercy of my friends.
Don't promises we make
to each other mean anything?
Of course they mean
something, Lewis.
God, don't be so uptight!
I'm uptight?
I'm not uptight!
Yes, Lewis, you are.
You are uptight.
You know what else?
Halley was right about you.
You have got
a broomstick up your butt.
I never said that!
Okay, well, guess who put it there?
Don't talk to me that way.
Maybe I'll find somebody fun!
To tell the truth,
you're no fun!
We made
a promise to each other,
but you don't keep it
because you're self-absorbed.
Don't talk to me that way.
Hello. Good morning, Halley.
What's going on?
- I think they're breaking up.
Relax. You're no fun.
Marriage is a promise,
and a promise has to be kept.
Not every argument
leads to a breakup.
For real!
The wedding is off.
I've been trying to say I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry doesn't always cut it, Macon!
I couldn't stay
with you at the hospital.
I know I should have, but think
how much more freaked out
your mom would've got
if she'd have seen me.
My God.
Okay. Wow, thank you so much.
So, you were ditching me
for my own benefit.
No, that's not it.
I didn't ditch you.
L...
Okay, I...
I freaked out.
I'm not used to feeling
this way about somebody.
And I just...
I couldn't believe
I almost lost you, too.
Here. Come on,
I'll help you eat them.
No. I don't want any.
I can't see you anymore.
Your mom will get over it.
It's not my mom. It's me.
And, of course,
if you do decide to get married,
I can get my makeup and hair people
to do you on the big day.
If you decide
not to get married,
I think you should let them
do some work on you anyway,
because you are gonna
want to look your best
when you get back out there.
Darling, there is nothing wrong
with canceling a wedding.
No, it's indefinitely postponed.
That's what we're
supposed to say officially.
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